I Don't Like Mondays

If you work a regular job, Mondays suck. We all know that.



All Mondays suck but some Mondays are more sucky than others.

Today, my brother-in-law's wife had a heart attack. She's in ICU right now. And as far as I know, she's still not conscious.

Somehow, when pulling my car out of the garage to take my daughter to school (as my wife rushed off to the hospital), the garage door started going down. Crunch.

Luckily, it wasn't raining today, so off we drove. It was almost like having a convertible. (Alas--for my poor wallet, anyway--I no longer have a convertible.)

Let's see how many clichés (besides "I Don't Like Mondays") I can come up with to describe today:

Monday, Monday, Can't Trust That Day
When It Rains, It Pours
When Bad Things Happen to Good People
Things come in threes

This last one worries me to most. Three? OK, dryer, car, garage. Mom, Jane, ???? Or does two sets mean you square it and get 9 things?